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Monday, August 29, 2011

I'm getting sick of this shit. Most cats my age are still living their first life.

And here I am, at nearly 4 years old, already on my 5th run. If my human knew about this he would be pissed.

Today started out innocent. A door left cracked open allowed my escape into the free world. Within seconds, I heard the squeal of a human transport machine (a car thingy) as it headed directly for me. When it hit me, it hurt a little, but the death was mostly painless.

Ironically, every time I die, I reappear face down in my litter box. I'm sure the kitty Gods think it's hilarious, but I find no humor in it.

If my calculations are correct, I have only 4 lives remaining. I need to be more careful.

Sometimes it's just too easy. For instance, my second death was a f**king joke. I remember it as if it were only yesterday.

I was sitting next to my litter box when I started gagging uncontrollably. It was a hairball. Not just any hairball, but a massive hairball. Apparently, the hairball was enough for the kitty Gods to declare unavoidable death. I choked and died within minutes.

When I reappeared in my litter box (face down of course, f**cking kitty Gods!) I looked up just quickly enough to catch a glimpse of my former body, right before it turned inside out and vanished.

Why did it turn inside out before it vanished? Hell if I know. Probably just another presentation of the kitty God's cruel humor. Once again, I didn't enjoy seeing it. It still gives me nightmares.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

A few days ago, my human questioned me about some wires that had been chewed up. I quickly blamed the dog. Rather than taking my side like most good humans should do, my evil care giver decided to make this stupid thing:

I found this picture on his computer. It explains nothing. Yet somehow it allows Bitch to speak her thoughts without even moving her mouth. I'll be honest, if he put that damn thing on me it would be a disaster. I keep my words simple for a reason. Never say too much.

As documented in yet another of my human's videos, you can hear what the bitch is thinking. I always knew she was dumb. But I never knew she was that dumb.

To make matters worse, my human forgot to take that stupid thing off of her neck before he went to bed! I can't tell you how many times I told her to "Shut Up" during the night! She continued to say "Hamburgers" and "Wheres My Ball?" for hours!

Eventually her voice got lower and lower, as if a demon was taking her over. The deeper her voice got, the more Fluff-Face (Gibby-shit) whimpered and hid in the corner. I admit, it started to sound scary.

By the time our human (Steve) woke up, the dog's voice was a dark and deep echo of "HHhhaammbuurgerrs" in low low tone. Steve then said something about her battery dying. I'm not sure what that means, but I hope it never happens again. I had nightmares all night!

Saturday, August 13, 2011

I feel good. I was more productive today than I had planned to be. Thanks, mostly, to Steve for his inability to check what doors are left opened or closed before he leaves for work.

I was so pleased when I saw that my human took the time to share this with the world! Let this be a lesson to all humans who imprison us in their homes. If we can't get to the pooping square, your bed is fair game. You've been warned.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

I usually I can't stand my human, but today he finally did something right.

He bought me a brand new

full sized scratching post!

It smells expensive. The old one was in pretty bad shape, and I had already run out of new places to scratch. Almost every inch was torn and frayed. It was unacceptable. Granted, every tear was my own doing (with some minor damage from fluff-face and his girly claws).

Luckily, my human pays attention and knows exactly when a kitty's scratching post is due for replacement!

My only wish now is that the humans would stop sitting on my scratching post. They sat on the old one too. But who cares, I finally got a new scratching post! I am so excited and eager to break it in!

With knowledge that my human is aware of when to replace my scratching post, I feel at ease about my scratching. I won't waste any time. After all, the faster I can tear it to pieces, (enjoying every minute) the faster my human will replace it with a newer model! It's like endless fun!

To the right is a picture of my new scratching post from the magazine that he ordered it from. It looks much bigger in real life.

Gibson (I mean, Fluff-face) already peed on it once. I think I'll pee on the other side.

Thank you so much Steve! I'm going to go scratch it right now! Your the best!